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EIGHT
SAINT
Goddamn!
I’ve never experienced something so fucking sexy before. And I’ve seen hundreds of Lords fuck their chosens over the years. At the vow ceremonies and at the house of Lords when they have parties every fucking night of the week. The porn I’ve watched. It was better than watching her come on my phone when she didn’t know anyone was watching.
I didn’t go against any rules. I didn’t fuck her. But fuck, it took everything in me not to throw her on the floor, pull her ass up in the air, and fuck her wet cunt.
Reaching down, I adjust my hard cock as I walk toward the front doors of her parents’ house.
“Saint?”
I come to a stop and close my eyes.Fuck!“Yes, Mr. Price?” I turn to face her father. He knew I was coming over after he called me earlier. He interrupted when I was watching her on my phone to congratulate me. I was to have his daughter. I grabbed the box I had stashed under my bed and rushed over here to beat her home so I could set up. I didn’t expect anything to happen, though. Not that I’m complaining.
During our phone call, he informed me he wants me to be with his daughter as much as I want her. And I was excited to tell her that it would be me who fucks her at the vow ceremony.
He stands in the middle of the foyer, hands shoved into the pockets of his dress slacks. His eyes drop to my hard dick, and my teeth grind. The wet spot where his only daughter just rode my thigh until she came all over it is clearly visible. “Call me Altus.”
I nod but say nothing.
“After all, I’ll be handing my daughter over to you in a few weeks.”
I’m going to take these vows very seriously. I’m going to carve them into her flawless skin, so she has a reminder of who owns her for the rest of her life. In case she ever tries to forget. “Did you need something, sir?” I ask, getting to the point.
He chuckles. “I just want to make sure you’re aware of…well, my wife considers it a problem.”
I frown. “With what?”
“Ashtyn.”
“What about her?” I step forward. He didn’t mention anything about aproblemduring our earlier phone call.
I know how her mother feels about the situation. I also know she can’t do shit about it. It’s a tradition. The Lords and Spade brothers have been doing things a certain way for hundreds of years now. It will never be changed. Do I agree with it? No. If I ever have a daughter, I’ll have to offer her up as well to another generation of Spade brothers. The thought makes me sick to my stomach, but I’ll burn that bridge when I get there.
“She’s been seeing a therapist,” he says tightly. Obviously, it’s against his wishes. “And well, from what I’ve been told from reports, she’s not a virgin.”
I laugh, and when his eyes narrow on mine, I cough to cover it up. “You can’t be serious.” Ashtyn hasn’t fucked another man. I would know. If he knew of all the times I’ve watched her, he’d understand just how obsessed I am with her.
Something catches my attention, and my eyes shoot to the top of the stairs just in time to see her step back from the second-story balcony.
“Ashtyn has assured me that she is.” He straightens his shoulders, obviously uncomfortable with our conversation. “But I don’t have to tell you what will happen if she’s lying.”
I stiffen at his words. “She’s not.”
He takes a step closer to me, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. “If she’s lying, you will take care of it. Do you understand me?”
Chosens who do not bleed for their Spade brother are considered whores. But they do not get paid to spread their legs. They are used for those who do not know the Lords exist. They are drugged and fucked. Thrown to the streets. Given to pimps. They are shunned by their families.
He wants me to take his daughter and drop her off, hand her over to a pimp where he will sell her body to whoever wants a piece. Over my dead body. I will make Ashtyn a whore, but she’ll be mine. And the only cocks she’ll fuck other than mine, are those who I’ll allow. “I understand, sir.”
He turns, giving me his back, and walks down the hall. I exit the house and head toward my car in their roundabout driveway. Getting in, I start it. As I pull out of their driveway, my cell rings.
Sweetheartlights up the screen on my dash.
I hit answer, and my Bluetooth picks up. “Hey—”
“I swear, Saint.” She sniffs. “I’ve never had sex.”
